MEDICINE MAN

Truthfully I've died a hundred thousand deaths since I was born I've watched D's pepper flowers bloom from my back porch I'd pay any monies for my grandmother's ham sandwiches in summers torn I found you the same as whence you came you was deaf and unborn It's a heart shape cake given to you in informal intersection life Scoop tragedy into a magic bag that majesty magnify Pacify panic, manic massive outcry Careless warriors in a vacant village known for killing a vibe Set my dead bunny in a hole contrived Lulu I love you, she loved papaya, in my mind she a fly Seen suffering erode being till one seeing death and demise Spray flowers wilt, happen to be a favorite of mine Estranged death petrify, born beauty in the nucleus of time Neutral friends bicker of love parachute liquor and wine Seen entire cities decay from the city council's decline Fuck Don Cline Many men were born without a spine Heads have hung on gate, fuck it heads have hung for mistakes Muster, mayonnaise, pickle spears on a plate Fantasy football, anti-anglosaxon degrade Man's peace is born for a laborer's peach that was picked as a trade Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead But he searching for her when she already lost him Grandmother cross herself as she enter church where parish scorn Brown skin babies assimilate to cemalac and lilacs with thorns Corn grew in the backyard, where my great grandfather grew more Full circle for a family where we were taught to forget where we was formed -Mexico We are the wise people, simple angels grown from the earth Mourned our own history to feel the peasant pleasantries what capitalism prefer No we back, back better than ever my fam, tinctures and lettuce heads Welcome home, it's the fucking Medicine Man Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead But he searching for her when she already lost him Tell it like bees pull pollen or how my knees fall short bawling Buckle thy belt til my lungs wheeze cause I smoke p-funks and trees often Drink the tea or let it spell, read the prestige jargon Tarot cards in the coffin, stop friend, he dead But he searching for her when she already lost him